God Emperor

However, the person who was even more surprised was the Nine Nether Sword Master.

He attacked with all his strength, even activating the Sword Dao Xuangang, but was still blocked by Young Master Lingquan. The Sword Dao Xuangang only penetrated the divine pattern on the palm of Young Master Lingquan's hand, but did not seriously injure Young Master Lingquan.

This kind of defense is terrifying.

"You must die."

The evil energy in Young Master Lingquan's body was like dozens of rivers surging, roaring, and the light emitting from the divine lines on the surface of his skin became even more dazzling.

He clenched his other hand into a fist and punched Jiuyou Sword Master in the abdomen.

"Swish."

Nine holy swords flew out from the eyebrows of Jiuyou Sword Master.

The nine swords, showing nine different colors, were connected to form a nine-color sword dragon, which collided with Lingquan Shaojun's fist.

"Boom."

The next moment, Jiuyou Sword Master was hit by the fist seal and flew backwards.

The nine holy swords also flew out and were inserted into the sea. They were distributed in nine directions around the Jiuyou Sword Master. There was still a sky-high sword energy pouring out from the nine swords, which represented the endless sword intention of the Jiuyou Sword Master. .

There was a trace of holy blood hanging from the corner of Jiuyou Sword Master's mouth, and he was obviously seriously injured.

Both of them are at the level of half-step holy kings. However, Lingquan Shaojun has a supreme and perfect physique. In this regard, Jiuyou Sword Master is far from being able to compare with him.

What's more, Young Master Lingquan is blessed with divine patterns, making the gap between them even greater. Even if Jiuyou Sword Master cultivates Kenpachi to great perfection, he still cannot make up for that gap.

Young Master Lingquan raised his right hand and looked at the two-inch long blood mark on the palm of his hand. He felt a sharp pain coming from the wound.

Just now, the sword of Jiuyou Sword Master not only destroyed the divine pattern on Lingquan Shaojun's palm, but also left a sword gang in his body, making it difficult to heal the wound on his palm.

The sword gang also has a tendency to spread to the wrists and arms.

"Damn it." Young Master Lingquan cursed secretly.

Jiuyou Sword Master wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, with a smile still on his face: "Not bad, the power is quite strong."

Young Master Lingquan took out a bronze glove and put it on his palm. He looked at Jiuyou Sword Master and Zhang Ruochen and said, "You are all pretty good in strength. Let's go together!"

"Why does Zhang Ruochen need to take action? I can take you down alone." Jiuyou Sword Master said.

Young Master Lingquan was a little disdainful and said in a deep voice: "You are not overestimating your own abilities. Your swordsmanship is indeed great, but you were hit by this Master's six-kill punch just now. I'm afraid you were seriously injured, right? If we continue to fight, You will be beaten to a pulp by me."

However, Zhang Ruochen could see that Jiuyou Sword Master was not really overestimating his abilities, but wanted to constantly oppress himself and find an opportunity to break through the realm of the Holy King by fighting against the great enemy Lingquan Shaojun.

When Jiuyou Sword Master accepted Xuanji Sword Master's invitation to fight, he had this purpose in mind.

Unfortunately, in that battle, because Xuanji Sword Master was poisoned by Pluto's blood, he was unable to unleash his full strength. The battle was over as soon as it started. That attack on the Holy King realm ended in failure for the Nine Nether Sword Master.

Jiuyou Sword Master naturally knows that the gap between himself and Young Master Lingquan is not small. If he really wants to keep fighting, the final result will most likely be as Young Master Lingquan said, being beaten to death and turned into a pool of blood and mud.

But Jiuyou Sword Master had no choice but to fight to the death.

Unable to break through to the realm of the Holy King, he would still die.

Instead of waiting to die of old age, it is better to fight vigorously before dying.

Seeing the intention of Jiuyou Sword Master, Zhang Ruochen did not intervene, but quickly retreated, preparing to join forces with Moyin to fight quickly and seize the wall of merit.

"Walk."

In the distance, Dongliu Sword Master, Xue Lingfeng, and Li Mu glanced at the battlefield of Lingquan Shaojun and Jiuyou Sword Master, and then joined forces to activate a spindle-shaped sacred weapon with ten thousand patterns.

The three of them flew onto the Dunyun Shuttle at the same time, and broke through the encirclement and escaped at a speed of a hundred times the speed of sound.

The three of them escaped, of course because they were too seriously injured and had to flee.

However, there was another bigger reason. At that time, they realized that continuing to fight the eight first-class marquises would undoubtedly help Zhang Ruochen seize the wall of merit.

They are all smart people, so naturally they would not do this kind of thing like making wedding clothes for others.

It would be better for the merit book wall to fall into the hands of Young Master Lingquan than to fall into the hands of Zhang Ruochen.

"These three guys..."

Zhang Ruochen was a little helpless, but his eyes became sharper.

After Dongliu Jianzun, Xue Lingfeng, and Li Mu escaped, no one continued to restrain the eight first-class marquises. They formed an encirclement and rushed towards the merit book wall.

"Zhang Ruochen, all your companions have escaped, why don't you escape?"

Xie Baihou let out a loud laugh, and in an instant, he rushed within a hundred feet of Zhang Ruochen. The other seven first-class marquises obviously regarded Zhang Ruochen as their number one enemy, and they all surrounded him.

Zhang Ruochen is naturally happy to see this situation. As long as he can keep all eight first-class marquises, Demonic Sound should be able to take away the merit book wall soon.

"Can you, just a few of you, force me to escape?"

Zhang Ruochen stood there, stepping on a sycamore branch, his whole body motionless, as quiet as an ancient pine.

Qian Yuhou is a Rakshasa girl who practices martial arts. She wears a white feathered coat and has blade-like feathers that flow under her feet and turn into a torrent of feathers.

The sound of feathers flying is like the sound of swords.

Qian Yuhou said: "None of the three top masters, Dongliu Sword Master, Xue Lingfeng, and Li Mu, are our opponents. Can you alone survive half a quarter of an hour in our hands?"

"Knock him down in three breaths," Xue Yuhou said.

The eight first-class marquises were moving their holy energy at the same time, some were performing holy spells, and some were activating the holy weapons.

However, Zhang Ruochen took action one step ahead of them, and the first target of his attack was Xie Baihou, the most powerful among the eight first-class marquises.

"So fast."

Xie Baihou only felt a figure flash in front of him. Zhang Ruochen was already standing within five feet of him, and the black heavy sword in his hand slashed down with the sound of wind and thunder.

Xie Baihou had no choice but to hold up the shield made of the great holy bone to resist Shen Yuan's ancient sword.

"Bang."

Xie Baihou felt as if an iron mountain had hit the shield. The fingers on both hands seemed to be broken. His body was uncontrollable and flew backwards.

After wielding the sword, Zhang Ruochen glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye.

I saw that in order to rescue Xie Baihou, Hou Xue Yu had already chased him within twenty feet behind him.

"That's the distance."

The time marks around Zhang Ruochen's body all trembled, like light points, converging towards him.

"Zijian."

This is the third level of the Time Sword Technique, one of the moves of the Twelve Hours Sword Technique.

At this moment, time stops.

Zhang Ruochen struck out with one sword, and before Blood Rain Hou could react, his body had been penetrated by Shen Yuan's ancient sword. At the same time, a large amount of pure annihilation divine fire poured out from Zhang Ruochen's palm, followed the sword body, and rushed into Xue Yuhou's body.

"Ah...is this the time sword technique..."

Hou Xueyu's face became distorted and he roared.

Zhang Ruochen didn't answer him. What was there to say to a dead man?

"Bang."

A large amount of sword energy flew out from Shen Yuan's ancient sword, tearing apart Xue Yuhou's body.

After a while, those remaining bodies were burned to ashes by the Divine Fire of Purification.

The first-class Marquis' vitality is indeed very powerful, but when faced with the Pure Fire, no matter how powerful his vitality is, it will lead to death.

The remaining seven first-class marquises all gasped, obviously being restrained by the time sword technique.

As both first-class marquises, the fate of Marquis Bloody Rain now may not be their fate next. The Time Sword Technique and the Divine Fire of Purification are too terrifying. Without the protection of divine patterns, how can you resist them?

Zhang Ruochen stood in the center of the seven first-class marquises and said indifferently: "Who wants to die by my sword next?"

Xie Baihou's eyes were solemn and he was still calm, and he said: "Don't be afraid, everyone, even the time sword technique takes time to display. The pure fire of annihilation is not completely unstoppable. Previously, Cheng Xuanhou was there To save his life from the pure fire? We seven first-class marquises can kill him even with one move."

Zhang Ruochen took out the Buddha Emperor's relic, inspired the original power in the relic, knocked it out, and attacked Xie Baihou.

Xie Baihou pressed his hands on the Great Holy Bone Shield, stimulating a trace of the Great Holy Power in the shield. Then, a shadow of the Great Holy One rushed out from the shield.

"Boom."

The relic smashed the Great Sage's phantom into pieces, collided with the Great Sage's bone shield, and then blasted the Evil Baihou away. This time, Xie Baihou vomited blood from his mouth, and his two arms were split into blood streaks by the shock.

The other six first-class marquises launched their holy spells and weapons one after another, and launched a crushing attack on Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen was very decisive and ignored the six first-class marquis. He turned into a sword light and used Sword Seven to attack Xie Baihou again.

"Bang."

After the collision of this blow, the great holy bone shield in Xie Baihou's hand flew out, and his two arms were almost useless.

Xie Baihou was so frightened that he could no longer care about anything else. He used a means of escape, bursting out at twice the usual speed, and fled into the distance. He just wanted to be as far away from Zhang Ruochen as possible.

"Wu Jian."

Before Xie Baihou could escape twenty feet away, time stopped again.

"Pfft."

A ray of sword light penetrated through Xie Baihou's back, leaving a bloody hole as big as a basin. At the edge of the blood cave, traces of the Divine Fire of Purification spread out, spreading outward, burning the body of the evil lord.

Xie Baihou suffered tremendous pain and roared: "Zhang Ruochen, I will die with you..."

"Bang."

Just when Xie Baihou was about to self-destruct the Holy Source, Zhang Ruochen attacked with another Time Sword Technique, piercing his Qi Sea first, causing his Holy Source to fly out from his body.

Another first-class marquis fell.